How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 629: She Touched Her Reverse Scale

By the time Shu’er withdrew her hand from Tang Chong’s embrace, it was already very late.

Shu’er looked towards the maid at her side.

"Where is my mother? Hasn’t she returned yet?"

Shen Wanqing had gone out shopping at noon, and even if she had dinner outside, she should have returned by now.

The maid replied, "Your Grace, Mrs. Shen has not returned, and we sent people to ask at the Shen Mansion as well, but she hasn’t returned there either."

As for the Pei Mansion, Shen Wanqing would not have gone there.

Shu’er frowned.

Tang Zan patted Shu’er’s back.

"Don’t worry, nothing will happen. I’ll have the people from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion investigate."

Shu’er knew better than anyone what might have happened to Shen Wanqing—how could there be nothing wrong?

The people from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion quickly reported back, "Your Grace, Mrs. Shen was invited to the Imperial Palace."

Shu’er’s expression darkened, "Who invited her?"

"It was the Imperial Concubine."

At this point, Shen Wanqing had still not been released, and there wasn’t even a messenger?

This was not an invitation to the Imperial Palace; it was clearly forcing her there.

Or perhaps it was to vent all the resentment onto Shen Wanqing.

She took a deep breath.

"Alright, I understand."

Tang Zan held Shu’er’s hand, his eyes full of affection.

"You don’t need to worry; this time, I’ll go with you."

Shu’er was somewhat afraid; she held onto Tang Zan’s hand, instinctively not wanting him to go in.

Tang Zan seemed to understand Shu’er’s concern and kissed her forehead.

"Don’t worry. No one can harm me now."

Shu’er opened her mouth but couldn’t possibly say that Tang Zan’s death might be imminent.

She didn’t want Tang Zan to die.

But she couldn’t express it.

Merely mentioning that Tang Zan might die caused her heart to ache.

Tang Zan laughed and said, "Don’t worry; even if those people die, it doesn’t mean I will."

Shu’er looked at Tang Zan’s confident smile, and then saw Tang Zan grasp her hand, noticing her palm was a bit cold.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Shu’er shook her head, "Nothing."

Tang Zan pressed his forehead against Shu’er’s, his gaze filled with undisguised concern, and even his voice was softer than usual.

"Actually, I noticed earlier that you’ve been distracted lately and seem to resist me entering the palace."

Shu’er raised her eyes—she couldn’t talk about this with Tang Zan.

But her fear was real.

Perhaps she was used to Tang Zan’s company.

After all, they had been together for five years now.

Such a long companionship had already engraved their feelings deep in her marrow.

She shook her head, "If you’re worried, you can just meet me outside the palace."

Tang Zan shook his head, "Let’s go in together. I’ll be even more worried if you go alone."

Even if Tang Zan went in, he wasn’t afraid; the Imperial Army was under his control now, and he also had influence within the palace. He was confident of coming out unscathed.

Once they arrived at Pei Lingling’s Renxi Palace, they saw her sitting at the head, nibbling on snacks, occasionally joking with the palace maids.

While Shen Wanqing knelt before her, still in a bowing posture.

Shu’er also noticed Shen Wanqing trembling slightly, her face somewhat pale, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

The sweat had soaked Shen Wanqing’s collar.

Shu’er’s eyes immediately turned cold, yet her mouth still carried a smile.

"Sister, what is this?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Pei Lingling turned her head lazily, and upon seeing Shu’er, a trace of hatred and satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

"Nothing, it’s just that Mrs. Shen damaged my favorite dress."

Shu’er wasn’t in the Capital, and Pei Lingling indeed couldn’t do anything to her, but targeting the people around Shu’er was easy for her.

Shu’er’s smile gradually cooled, "This is the woman you’ve called mother for twenty years, and you let her kneel like this?"

Pei Lingling replied, "I didn’t ask her to kneel; she just felt guilty and insisted on it."

Hearing this, Shu’er quickly helped Shen Wanqing up.

"Did you hear that, Mother? No need to kneel."

When Shen Wanqing stood up, she was shaky, with darkness flickering before her eyes.

Finally managing to stand steadily with Shu’er’s support, she pursed her lips and whispered a complaint in Shu’er’s ear, "She’s just seizing the opportunity; I think she relishes it."

When Shu’er looked again at Pei Lingling, who was sipping tea, there was also a hint of anger in her eyes.

If there’s anything, deal with her directly. Since she couldn’t find any dirt on her, she struck at those around her—Pei Lingling had crossed her bottom line.

Pei Lingling teasingly adjusted her hair, her sharp nails hinting at a seductive charm.

"Why get upset, Sister? I simply forgot to tell Mrs. Shen to rise."

Shu’er smiled faintly as she approached Pei Lingling.

"Why would you call me sister but not be willing to call my mother yours? Has the wealth of the palace clouded your vision, making you disregard the bonds of kinship?"

Pei Lingling’s smile became somewhat forced, but Shu’er was indifferent, towering over Pei Lingling.

"Or is it that since you’ve become the Imperial Concubine, you look down on the Minister’s Mansion?"

Pei Lingling’s expression was grim, "How could I? I always remember where I came from."

Shu’er laughed, "Since you know your roots, then remember that the head mistress of the Pei Mansion is indeed my mother."

"No matter how noble your current status, you’re still a concubine-born daughter of the Pei Mansion, aren’t you?"

Since becoming the Imperial Concubine, it had been a long time since anyone mentioned Pei Lingling’s concubine-born status.

Those words, concubine-born, were so piercing.

Now, hearing them repeatedly from Shu’er, she felt anger rising within her.

She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to retort, Shu’er lightly laughed, placing both hands on the chair beside Pei Lingling, boxing her in.

Despite her gentle smile, it sent shivers down Pei Lingling’s spine.

"What? Aren’t you from the Pei Mansion? Or are you not a concubine-born?

Pei Lingling was suppressed by Shu’er’s aura, unable to speak for quite some time.

Seeing the increasing intensity of Shu’er’s presence, she suddenly slammed the table heavily.

"Bold! I am the Imperial Concubine!"

But her sudden outburst failed to regain control; it instead appeared as impotent rage.

Shu’er’s mouth curved into a smile, not even blinking.

"Oh? So, as an Imperial Concubine, you neglect decorum and kinship, making your legitimate mother kneel before you for so long?"

Shen Wanqing timely made an accusation, "Three hours."

Shu’er took a deep breath, "Imperial Concubine, look at your legitimate mother’s legs, have they not bruised from kneeling? Look at the sweat on her face."

"If this gets out, your reputation as a virtuous Imperial Concubine cannot be maintained."

"And this, just because of a piece of clothing, you made your legitimate mother bow to you for so long!"